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“I’m yours, Chris. I’ve always been yours.”
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Her words were all he needed to push them forward. He swept her into his arms and started to head toward the back of his home.
“Chris, stop,” she protested, lightly hitting him. “I’m way too heavy for that.”
“You weigh like 20 pounds, Sarah. Hush.” He swatted her bottom and she groaned, but he knew it hadn’t hurt. She was excited: just as excited as he was.
This had been a long time in coming and now their moment was finally here. He carried her into the bedroom and dropped her on the bed, happy his years of military training had been in full swing this morning. He had made the bed. She lay there, spread out and wanton, looking up at him. Her shirt had slipped up a little, revealing her long, tan legs from a summer spent outdoors.
“Take the shirt off,” he growled.
She hurried to obey, and seeing that made him even harder. Maybe it was the way she was trying to please him or the way she looked like she was just so ready for his dick. He wasn’t interested in a complete power exchange. Dominating people wasn’t his style, but he liked to be obeyed.
He liked seeing her trying to please him.
Sarah pulled the shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. She was wearing a bra and panties, and was leaning back on her elbows. He could see all of her: her soft, long hair almost covered her breasts. Oh, he was going to bite the hell out of those tight little nipples. Her creamy belly was just slightly rounded and led down to her panties, where he could see dampness beginning to form between her thighs.
Oh, his little Sarah was a minx.
Chris stripped out of his own clothes and smiled at her surprised gasp when she caught her first glimpse of his cock. He was already hard and ready for her. He’d been hard since before the kitchen.
He’d been hard since she came over.
Hell, he’d been hard since the first time he heard her sweet voice, and that had been months ago.
“Touch yourself for me,” he commanded, and she immediately began to rub her body. He wanted to see how she liked to be touched, how her body needed to be played with. Chris wanted to make her come again and again, but every woman was different.
He wanted to know Sarah.
Part of him wished he’d pressed her while they chatted online. He could have learned so many things about her sexual history and experiences, but he’d been trying to be good, polite. He’d been trying to keep the idea of a sexual Sarah at bay. He hadn’t wanted to think of her being naughty or dirty because Chris knew that once he crossed that line, he wouldn’t be able to think of her as Garrett’s little sister anymore.
And he’d been right.
She ran her hands down her chest and cupped her breasts, massaging them softly through the bra. Sarah licked her finger and carefully traced each nipple, then dragged her fingers slowly, slowly, slowly down to her panties.
“Wait,” he said, stroking his dick as he watched her. He couldn’t help himself. She looked so fucking sexy. “Let me see those tits, beautiful.” She had left her bra on while she touched her nipples, but he wasn’t going to let her get away with that. Not now.
Not this time.
She smiled and unhooked her bra, then let it fall to the bed. Her breasts were big and full and perfect. He wondered if they’d been smaller before she got pregnant. He couldn’t remember. He had always been a tit man, though. He loved breasts, no matter what size they were, and he especially loved Sarah’s.
“What do you think, staff sergeant?” She murmured, running her fingers over her nipples. She squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples, and stroked them. The whole time, she maintained eye contact with Chris.
And he couldn’t fucking take the torture anymore.
“That’s it,” he said with a growl. He didn’t give a fuck about her showing him how to get her off. He’d figure it out. He’d been in the military for a reason: he was awesome at figuring things out. He climbed on the bed and pushed her back, dominating her mouth with his kiss, and he slid his hand down her panties and between her soft folds.
Sarah cried out when he slipped a finger inside her, then added a second.
“If you don’t like it, why are you so wet, baby?”
“I like it,” she said quickly. “I like it, oh Chris, fuck.” She closed her eyes as she kissed him harder, and he continued to stroke her. He slid her panties down to her thighs, but didn’t remove them, and kept fingering her. He went harder and harder, faster and faster, until her entire body was one coiled bundle of nerves.
He felt the moment before she came, the second everything let go for her, the moment she stopped breathing and just tensed. Chris slid his fingers out of her pussy and onto her clit, and Sarah exploded in his arms.
She opened her mouth and arched her back; a string of expletives poured from her lips.
